The sun spilled golden light across the garden of the Vladivostok estate, now a peaceful haven, a far cry from the storms it once weathered. The laughter of children echoed through the yard, the scent of fresh blooms filled the air, and in that moment, everything felt whole.

Alyona stood by the balcony, a gentle breeze brushing through her long, wavy hair. Her hand rested on her slightly swollen belly, six months pregnant with their second child.

“Hailey! Slow down!” Ashton’s voice rang ...